You're not sure what made you think of it, but jamming a creamy delight into that beautiful pink snatch of hers, but at the same time you're not sure why you didn't think of it sooner! The tray of puff pastries had been knocked over during your little food fight, so all you had to do was snatch one off the floor, line up your hoof with Pinkie's spread velvet curtain and...
"Yipe!" Pinkie convulses in sensational shock at the advancing cream treat in her hoo-ha. You drive it in deeper, squishing out some of the sauce inside and Pinkie can't help but start her legs and laugh like a giddy schoolfilly. You've never seen a pony react to sexual stimulation quite like her, it's almost funny! You grab up another éclair and mash it up against her sex, putting more scrumptious cream onto it. Pinkie starts feeling up her erect little nipples while you massage her girl parts with the sugary sweet cream.
"Oh Peachy!" she cries out, "You can't just waste all this scrumdiddilyumptious cream! Go on, lick it up!"
You've never heard a better suggestion in all your life. With all the grace and poise of a pig rooting for truffles, you dig your snout into Pinkie's pie and slurp up both the sweet cream of the éclairs and the even sweeter sauce of her tight, pastry-stuffed candy vag. This really sets her off, in the oddest way imaginable too. Every little lick causes her to laugh wildly, scream and giggle as if you were tickling her underside and not pleasuring her sex. Her body twitches too, in lovely sort of uncontrolled and lusty way that just shows you how close your expert tongue work is bringing her to orgasm.
Your hard work pays off when your precise pleasuring of Pinkie's pert pink clit sends her crashing forward into a screaming climax and bucks her pussy against your face, giving you a wet slap and a face full of (Even more) cream. You fall backwards onto your rear and smile at the sight of Pinkie laying there, coated in the remains of every sort of baked good imaginable. Eventually, she manages to take in enough air to sit up and say,
"Hoo, that was great Peachy. You can munch cookie with the best of 'em, hee hee! Well, we might as well get cleaned up, I'm too stuffed to eat this stuff anymore." She stands up and nudges you toward the stairs, "Bathroom's up thataway, first door on the right, you can have first shower!"
You thank Pinkie and head up the stairs to the bathroom. The shower's nicely sized, you don't have any problem slipping in and running some hot water on you to clean off that sticky gunk. You grab some of Pinkie's shampoo, cake-scented of course, and knead it into your mane. You're pretty sick of the smell of baked goods and you desperately hope that it doesn't get your mane all bouncy, but at this point you're just happy to have a nice, hot shower. You let out a deep sigh, rinse your hair, and right about then was when you heard a sound that made you jump. It was...
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